Larry Blasco was the tech guy's tech guy. I met him in 1982, when he was doing sound for me on a Canadian tour. We fell in love very quickly, and lived together during the bulk of our relationship, which lasted 5 years....a significant amount of time for me at that point in my life, and even now. It is for him that I wrote "Cruel Little Angel".
Larry was one of the few people that I remained close with over the years, and he was one of the 2 or 3 people in my life that I would ask for advice, which says a lot because most of the time I think I know everything...
I consider myself lucky to have known him so well, well enough to see his gentile and loving spirit. The kind of connection we shared does not happen often in life, and I will continue to cherish the book of memories we made together, turning each page of rare and special moments over and over again for the rest of my own life.
Larry was a warm, wonderful, and loving Godfather to my son, who called him "Uncle YaYa", because he could not say his name when he was little, and this somehow stuck over the years. He was great with kids, and knew how to relate to them in a magical way. My husband Teddy told me that he was the only one of my old boyfriends that he actually liked, and that you could not help but like him. This says a lot about Larry's character, I think; My husband never seems to like anybody I know.
Now that he has been summoned up to the ultimate gig in the sky, I am sure he is enjoying all of the great musicians that are playing, and I'd like to think of him there, tuning Jimi's guitar, fixing Marley's mic cable, or just hanging with Terry, B. C., and Big Danny, laughing at the silly things we do down here.
Larry...you will live on in the hearts and minds of the many people who love you. We will be seeing you...
